Dallas Mayo - A nest of lesbians

"Spectacular, huh?" Elspeth's petulance vanished like snow in the sunlight. Now she understood the reason for the delay. But that only increased her impatience. "All right, Joan, I'll do it. But hurry up, will you? Don't you dare keep me waiting one minute longer than necessary. Now come on!"

She hung up, checked the clock, and put on a pot of coffee. Then, draped in a light robe only, she sat down in the kitchen and for the umpteenth time wondered what her roomie would look like with jet-black hair. Ostensibly, the new hair color was intended to boost Joan's prospects at the agency, but Elspeth knew better. The responsibility was hers. She could hardly wait to see her revamped and redecorated little slave girl. In a way, she felt rather like a playwright on opening night about to see his creation come to life.

Even the coffee seemed tasteless, and she chain smoked cigarettes until the front door opened. Then she had to restrain herself from getting up and checking. But she remained still and let the slow minutes tick by. Until at last Joan's voice sounded its welcome message from the bedroom.

"Elspeth? I'm ready."

"About time. Here I come."

On the threshold of the bedroom, she uttered one gasp and then stood frozen in awe. Joan was standing next to the dressing table, a stunning vision of beauty. Her black hair glistened and flowed lustrously over her milk-white shoulders, gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. But even apart from that she seemed like a new woman, a very wicked woman in a very wicked costume. Certainly she didn't look like anybody's little slave girl.

Far from it, in fact. She looked bold. Exciting. Around her slim middle was a black waist-cincher with garter straps that held up long black nylon hose. On her feet were black web-work shoes with high pencil-thin heels. Other than that she was naked, more naked than nakedness itself. Elspeth could only stand there and gape.

Joan pouted. "You-you don't like it?"

"The mind boggles. I'm reeling."

"I got the waist-cincher and things just for the hell of it. Girlie magazine stuff, you know? My black hair makes me feel sinful-like a whore, almost."

"Sinful is the word. You make me feel that way."

"Elspeth? Is something wrong? You sound so strange. Darling, I did this all for you. If you don't like it, please tell me. My feelings won't be hurt."

"I do like it. I like it very much. And if I sound strange it's only because I'm all choked up. I'm standing here and falling in love with you. I've never seen anything so beautiful."

"Really? Then come kiss me." Dark eyes aglow, Joan lifted her arms in invitation. "Please kiss me and tell me everything is all right. You had me worried."

Gliding into the embrace, Elspeth kissed her lips and then bent to kiss her nude breasts. Somehow it seemed like the best way to say that everything was all right. Then, unaccountably, the urge grew and became wild within her, the urge to pay fitting tribute to this beauty that was so overwhelming. She sank to her knees and offered the kind of kiss that could really prove how enchanted the sight had left her.

Her eyes were shut now, but the sight remained. All of that wicked, wicked beauty. And as though some lurid sex-show was being performed against the backdrop of her sealed eyelids, she saw herself kneeling before a she-devil, a Goddess of vice and dark depravity. It made her feel weak and afraid, no longer the victor but the victim in this quest for conquest. What she was doing was unthinkable. But she had to go on doing it.

Above her, distantly, there were murmurs of delight. The soft thighs quivered voluptuously. She strained to sink her tongue deeper into the passion drenched flesh; the upward movement bathed her face deliciously but also made her conscious of the carpet biting into her knees. And once again, in a fit of anguished excitement, she saw the shame of her own self-willed subjugation, the terrible shame that became even more shameful because of its ever heightening sensuality. Her creation had turned out to be a work of art, a masterpiece. Satanic yet sacred. And its kneeling worshipper was like a slave, a humble and adoring slave…

Slave to a sexy she-devil!

"Hildy! Darling, where did you ever…"

"Pretty sexy, huh? I've got to practice walking in these crazy shoes. They're hard to get around in and it's been quite a while since I wore them."

"The heels are so high. But where did…"

"Do you like the stockings, Aunt Inez? There's metallic thread running through the material. See how they shine?"

"Yes, dear. Oh, you look positively divine! But where did you get them? Those shoes, the stockings – where did they come from? You never asked me for money."

"I got them from Kate. She likes to buy me things."

"Oh."

The hurt look in Aunt Inez's eyes told the story, and Hildy flounced away into the bathroom to wash her face and cool off a little. The sexy get-up didn't seem like such a good idea now; its effect was just the opposite, apparently. Or so she thought. Until, a moment later, the door opened and her aunt came in. Hildy glanced over one shoulder and then turned back to the washbasin with a sense of relief…

"Darling?"

She swung around to reach for a towel and then dab at her dripping face. "Aunt Inez? Should I take these things off? I didn't mean to upset you."

"Leave them on, sweetheart. It's not your fault that I'm a jealous old woman. I just wish I had bought them for you myself, that's all. But look – now the stockings are all wrinkled."

"Are they?" Hildy hung the towel up and started to bend over. Then, on a sudden mischievous impulse, she stood erect and spoke sharply. "Why don't you fix them for me?"

"Well…"

"Come on. Straighten my stockings."

Aunt Inez frowned but then softened the expression with a smile as she went to her knees and took up the task. Her fingers stroked affectionately.

"Hey, do it right. Come on now, use both hands and smooth them out good." Hildy leaned back against the edge of the basin, her legs slightly apart. "I told you the stockings were a present from Kate, but they belong to me now. So there's really nothing to be jealous about."

"Uh-huh. I know."

"Nice and smooth. All the way up. Make sure there isn't a wrinkle anywhere."

"Not a wrinkle."

"Oooh!" The smoothing palms were traveling from ankle to thigh in long sex-charged sweeps. "Makes me kind of hot."

"Me too. Such pretty legs."

"Think so! You like my legs? Okay, then why don't you kiss them?" Hildy patted the top of her aunt's head. "Come on, show me how much you like my pretty legs."

"Mmm."

"You've got a nice mouth, Aunt Inez. Very nice. My pussy can't wait to give it a kiss."

"Hmm?"

"Oooh, that mouth of yours! Suck my cunt!"

"Darling!"

"Gobble it right up."

"Ummm… so sweet."

"Suck, suck. And listen, Aunt Inez, I don't want you to be jealous of Kate anymore. She's my friend and I think you ought to try to get along with her. Okay?"

"Uh… well…"

"Think about it, anyway. You know I'm right. Kate is really very nice. In a way, I mean."

"Hmm? In a way?"

"You know. Or maybe you don't, Aunt Inez, maybe you don't know what fun she can be. Hey, I'll tell you what, let's all three of us make it together some time, huh?"

There was no answer, only the faint noise of the slithering tongue, but Hildy was already laying plans. And not for just one little friendly get together either, oh no, that was only the beginning of a much more interesting plan.

They faced each other in the office, a small private office at the advertising agency, and it was as though the surroundings had made the change even more pronounced. Elspeth heard noise from the outer office but was more intrigued by the silence that hung right here over their heads.